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Hao Yan was jolted awake.

She subconsciously wanted to turn around, but she had already been pulled into a firm embrace.

There was no one else in this house other than Qin Huainian. The familiar male scent had already drifted over from the back of his neck, leaving burning small lumps on his skin.

Hao Yan was surprised. She clearly remembered that she had locked the door